Ghostly Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.

We nodded at her and followed what she said, and knowing Ashleigh and I, we still kept on looking around until we finally fall asleep. "Vanessa…" someone was whispering my name. I didn't open my eyes, I remembered what we heard last night. What if the ghost is already in front of my face and she is trying to get my attention. What if when I opened my eyes it would take my soul or like there is someone with a bloody face and a white eyes smiling at me? "Vanessa…" it was so creepy. I bit my lips, I think my face is now telling me that I am really scared. However, I frowned when I smelled it. Smell of peanuts, do ghosts eat peanuts? I decided to open my eyes after that, just to see Ashleigh in

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

It was all too much for her to understand. “You’re seeing things no one should,” Kaelen said finally, his voice steady, yet there was an underlying edge of worry. “Stop,” Lysandra cut him off, her voice shaking. “I don’t want cryptic answers anymore. What are they?” She paused, and her heart clenched with an uncomfortable thought. “Are they... ghosts?” “No,” Kaelen said sharply, his golden eyes intensifying. “They’re not ghosts. They’re... something else. And they’re not supposed to be visible to humans, let alone captured in photographs.”

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

Due to her curiosity, she could not help raising her head and looking in the direction Zephyr Khan was looking at. Not far away! In the dark corner, an illusory black figure was constantly drifting toward Zephyr Khan and his companion. The cold wind howled! The shrill howls of ghosts resounded through the air, shaking the soul.